🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

 Many man (wish 
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go  something to eat man
 I'm hungry as  motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn  taking homie so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down,  he come
 
 9 Shots
 
 Banks  50 Cent
  ohh, what the fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh!  pull up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many men, wish death upon 
 Blood in my eye dawg and  can't see
  trying to be what I'm destined to be
 And niggaz trying to  my life away
 I put a hole in nigga for fucking with 
 My back on  wall, now you gon' see
 Better watch how you  when you talk about me
 Cause I'll come and take your life 
 
 Many men, many, many,  many men
  death 'pon me
 Lord I don't cry no 
 Don't look to the sky  more
 Have mercy  me
 
 Now these pussy niggaz putting money  my head
 Go on and get your refund motherfucker,  ain't dead
  the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
 I'm the underground king and I ain't been 
  I rhyme, something special happen every time
 I'm the greatest, something like Ali  his prime
 I  the block with the bundles
  been knocked on the humble
 Swing the  when I rumble
 Show your  what my gun do
 Got a temper nigga, go'head,  your head
 Turn your back on me, get clapped  lose your legs
 I walk around gun  waist, chip on my shoulder
 Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef  over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men, many,  many, many men
  death 'pon me
 Lord I don't cry no 
 Don't look to  sky no more
 Have mercy  me
 Have  on my soul
 Somewhere my heart turned 
 Have mercy on  men
 Many,  many, many men
 Wish death upon 
 
 Some days wouldn't  special, if it wasn't for rain
 Joy wouldn't feel  good, if it wasn't for pain
 Death gotta be easy, 'cause life  hard
  leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
 This if for my niggaz on  block, twisting trees and cigars
 For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind 
 I  see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
 Quick these crackers will  my black ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can  me the Don
 Like Malcolm by any means, with  gun in my palm
 Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride  me
 I thought we was cool, why you want  to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk to god, but he don't say  back
 I  he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
 In my nightmares, niggaz keep  techs on me
 Psych says some bitch dumb, put  hex on me
  feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
 I got a kite from the pens that told me,  got knocked
 I ain't gonna spell it out for you  all the time
 Are you illiterate  You can't read between the lines
 In the bible it says, what  around, comes around
 Almost shot me, three  later he got shot down
 Now it's  that I'm here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I got hit,  he ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus